Posts tagged ‘harley’

I say on my homepage that I have a crazy wheaten terrier named Harley.

Here’s the outrageous proof.

If we call Goldie, our 9-year-old Golden Retriever, and he doesn’t come at once, Harley will either go get him for us, or she’ll do her nervous peeing. Disobedience apparently bothers her. Except for her own, that is.

She also does what she can to prevent Goldie from chewing on his foot, divebombing him with a slight growl, as if to say, “I’m going to tell Mom!”

One day recently, Leah was sitting on the couch, and she coughed. Harley jumped up on the couch, put one paw on Leah’s shoulder and looked deep into her eyes with concern.

This morning, our new pup, a Golden Retriever named Nikki, decided to splash the water in the dog bowl all over the kitchen. By all over, I mean ALL OVER. Harley came running upstairs to me at the computer, barking. In other words, tattling.

The other day, Nikki was–as pups are wont to do–chewing on a sock. Leah told her to “drop it,” and Nikki just sat there and looked at her. Harley got up, went and took the sock away from the pup, and brought it to Leah.

Harley is a goofy mutt! Well, she’s purebred, but mutt just seems to fit, somehow.

I have her picture up on the homepage to this blog, if you want to see her at her goofiest.

♥I am thinking…about why the two dogs are scared of the cat? Especially Goldie, because he outweighs the cat by 75 pounds.

♥I am thankful for…losing 25 pounds, even if it did take a diabetes diagnosis to motivate me.

♥I am wearing…Duh… New Orleans sweatshirt, new black jeans, my waterproof black shoes. Still a bit of a one-hit wonder in the wardrobe department, but I did go shopping while I was “down south” on vacation in Virginia and Texas.

♥I am remembering…why I love having a dog of my own. Too much fun to train and play with and walk with. I hated to do too much beyond family stuff with Goldie, because I wanted him to bond with my Leah. Harley, however, is mine. All wild one-year-old wheaten terrier of her! What fun.

♥I am going…to get the last bit of unpacking done from my trip. Yes. I got back two weeks ago, but I had some catch-up to do, some homeschool planning/discussion to do, and a new dog to bring into the family.

I didn’t think Goldie, a male golden retriever, would ever allow it after last summer. He had to spend the summer on the farm of some friends of ours, then take an airplane to meet us at our new home in Alaska. He did not play well with the other dogs at first.